By Harshita Manoj Jaswani
'I once met a colour blind artist at an exhibition. I was actually intrigued by one of his works. His painting looked like someone had abruptly thrown colours on a perfectly empty canvas. And so I asked him what he was thinking calling that art. And he said that he was looking for a colour he didn't think existed in the world. He said that he wanted to paint Life. That it was strange how someday a man had a son and his son had a son, who had Him. How He thought that every person in our life had a colour of their own that they'd leave behind. He said that he'd initially thought the top right corner to be His father's colour and that the bottom left corner to be His colour. However, He said, that at one point all these colours began overlapping and dripping down the wrong way on others colours. But He didn't start another painting.'
And here's why:
"Maybe in life the people we choose are the people that add their colours to our life because choosing our people is the closest we come to choosing our destiny. And maybe all
their colours do overlap and drip wrong. But so what? So what if some people add colours to our painting before they're born? So what if people leave behind their colours
after they die? It might look sloppy at first, but if you look carefully it's quite magical how
everything blends."
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